This one came to me after I stopped posting last night. (I think I got to sleep around 4 a.m.) I didn't write anything down, just rewrote from memory.
DECONSTRUCTING THE RAISIN
how it drinks its bath
as if the vines brimmed with milky pearls
for crows to gobble
celebrates age and withering
flaunts its wrinkles
flouts the scalpel and the rouge
glows like a goddess
who knows her juice is sweet
rich and redolent of the ages
as a child stuffs it into his sticky maw
it never whispers of its cousin
the wino
how it drinks its bath
as if the vines brimmed with milky pearls
for crows to gobble
celebrates age and withering
flaunts its wrinkles
flouts the scalpel and the rouge
glows like a goddess
who knows her juice is sweet
rich and redolent of the ages
as a child stuffs it into his sticky maw
it never whispers of its cousin
the wino
2 comments:
I admire your ambition. Good luck on the one a day thing. It worked for vitamins why not poetry! Patti
Thanks, Patti!
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